Open starter (Cap at 3)
Simon stepped inside the bar, loosening the button of his jacket as his eyes swept over the room with the kind of quiet, practiced appraisal he was known for. It was louder than he expected, every table full, the air buzzing with conversation and the sound of chairs over popular music. He arched a brow, surprised. “Well,” he said a bit bitter, though there was warmth in his words, “either I’ve walked into the wrong place, or I’ve underestimated how popular this spot is.” He lingered where he stood for a beat, not in a hurry to move, gaze flicking over whoever was nearest. The corner of his lips lifted just a touch higher. “Though if it’s the latter, I’ll accept responsibility.”












